Emily Lommel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

Peter Burnett

Beware of a Holy Whore () looks even better - and more complex - than when I first saw it theatrically several years ago; and Wellspring's DVD transfer is.

The nature, oh, the nature! You got the Lommelse Heide, a vast, almost wild area of heath and dunes, so peaceful, so raw. I often wander there after a hard day’s work. The heath makes me reminisce of those movie lines – “We must protect, we must fight!” And then there's the serene Walenbos, a lovely forest where whispers of nature soothe every ache. Sometimes I get lost in thought, feelin’ the trees wrap me in their arms, like some crazy massage from nature herself.

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